So... this is my fic on Sirius & James..Sirius escaping and going to James', i'll probably go on to HOgwarts and how lily finally accepts James..how Sirius feels..anywho, tell me if you like this chapter or if you think i should edit it:) review?:) thanks :3
"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT FILTH IN THIS HOUSE!" Walburga shrieked. Sirius and his mother were stood feet apart in the Living room, having yet another argument about his choice in friends and the shame he brought to the family name.
"ASSOCIATING YOURSELF WITH SCUM LIKE THAT. IT'S A DISHONOR AND ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING." Sirius wiped spit off his cheek and glared back at his red faced parent.
"I'm sorry Mother. I don't remember when it was your choice who I was friends with and who I got along with. There's such a thing called free-will." He had a calm anger about him that Regulus thought was more terrifying than when he was shouting. Sirius' little brother was sat on the edge of a chair in the Living room, watching the argument while his father sipped a cup of tea while reading the Daily Prophet.
"DON'T CALL ME MOTHER. YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE!" A streak of light shot out of her wand and hit Sirius in the side. He spun to the left and smacked into the wall. Sirius fell back onto the floor and felt his side burning. Looking down at himself as he struggled to his feet, he saw blood spreading from where the curse had hit. Sirius glared at his mother.
"Fine." He thrust an arm out and grabbed his father's wand from the coffee table. Before anyone could react, he was yelling a summoning spell and caught a piece of wood that flew towards him. Catching it, he threw his father's back down and ran as best he could, upstairs. Sirius ducked a couple of curses sent his way and flung the door to his room open. His trunk was mostly packed but he flung a few clothes into it before slamming the lid and racing back out. Sirius was stopped by his brother.
"Sirius, please you can't do this! You said you wouldn't leave!" Regulus looked at him desperately. Sirius hesitated. Could he do it? He shook his head.
"I have to. I can't live here anymore. It's Hell. And you're Deatheater. I want out." Sirius bumped down the stairs with his trunk, awkwardly as his side was burning.
"SIRIUS!" Regulus called desperately from the top of the stairs. Sirius raced towards the door but was thrown off course as yet another curse hit him. He hit the hall wall upside down and heard a sickening crack from his arm. Sirius yelped and scrambled to his feet.
"DON'T THINK YOU'RE GOING ANYWHERE." His father bellowed.
"I'm leaving. Getting out. Like I should have done a long while ago." Sirius staggered towards the front door, trying not to faint and dragging his trunk as best he could. He heard his father saying another curse and whipped round to block it but wasn't fast enough and felt warmth splatter his face. Sirius coughed spat blood onto the floor. Reaching the front door, he stumbled out into the night.
"BOY GET BACK HERE!" But they couldn't do anything now that Sirius was in a view of a muggle street. His only thoughts were that he had to get to James.. but how? The mirror. Use the mirror. James and Sirius had developed a Wizarding walkie talky in their previous year at Hogwarts and used it to talk to each other when one was in detention or for pranking schemes etc. For streets later, he was feeling extremely light headed and slumped against a fence. His vision was blurred and swimming.
"Mirror.." He muttered. Fishing around in his trunk, his hand clasped a cold flat object and pulled it out. It hurt to breathe and he could still feel warmth seeping into his t-shirt.
"J-James.." He murmured into the mirror. He hadn't realized he was shaking.
"Padfoot?" James' face appeared in the mirror and Sirius nearly cried with relief. Concern took over James' face. "Pads? What happened? Are you alright? You look terrible!" Sirius rolled his eyes. Then wished he hadn't.
"Left..got out..won't make it..to you..though.." Sirius managed to wheeze. James paled.
"Alright mate, stay where you are...where are you?" Sirius frowned and looked around. He turned the mirror round and showed it around where he was. Sirius could hear James calling for his parents, he turned the mirror back round to see the side of James' jeans and a couple of fingers. He must be holding the mirror by his side. Sirius closed his eyes and leaned his head back. All he wanted to do was sleep.
"Sirius? Sirius!" He opened his heavy lids and looked into the mirror. "Sirius they're coming, they just apparated but they'll be there soon! Don't close your eyes, don't sleep on me okay? Keep talking! Tell me what happened." James sounded rather desperate as Sirius struggled to keep his eyes open.
"Fight..Mother..she hurt..me..so..left. Left Reg.." His eyes closed slightly as he thought about how his brother must be now. He hoped he was alright.
"Nono Sirius, open your eyes come on!" James called. Sirius heard a shout from the end of the street and let his head roll sideways to see who made the noise. Someone loomed above him, for a moment he thought it was his father. He moaned.
"No...leave me alone..I hate you.."
"Sirius? It's James' dad. Hang in there, alright? The quickest way to get you back is by aparrition." He heard someone picked up his trunk and James' dad took hold of his arm. Pain shot through him and he cried out. The scene around him faded and blackness took him.